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[Bigot Hitman]

^^^i just got my mic, what's a good program to use my instrumentals on?

[NASTY NAK]

Originally Posted by Bigot Hitman

^^^i just got my mic, what's a good program to use my instrumentals on?

If you would like to be more proffesional with your work in the booth, I would suggest that you purchase Pro Tools digital recording software. It usually runs at about three-hundred dollars. Or, you can go the old fashioned route. Before I used Pro Tools, I began by using programs like Acid Pro, Fruity Loops, free programs. At the end of the day it's your desicion though.

[Bigot Hitman]

Maximillion1989: Breaking barriers with collateral flow/ Respectable though, pick like fro/ You get it like low, dip right slow/ Hip type blow, chains like sto
Maximillion1989: re
mannequiness: *dude
Maximillion1989: ?
Wu fan 4 life 16: What the fuck is the problem here?
Maximillion1989: i have no clue
Maximillion1989: someone drop that shit
Maximillion1989: lol
mannequiness: what you guys talkin about?
Maximillion1989: its your turn
mannequiness: i just went
Maximillion1989: we only see dude
mannequiness: *dude
Wu fan 4 life 16: that's it?
Wu fan 4 life 16: Dude?
Maximillion1989: i guess
Wu fan 4 life 16: Ok then
mannequiness: it wont show mine?
Maximillion1989: it just shows *dude
mannequiness: what the fuck i dunno
Maximillion1989: fuck it
Maximillion1989: keep it rotating
Wu fan 4 life 16: My flow can't be stop like the waves that noah rode on the ark, on land i'm like lion and these niggas is sharks...
Maximillion1989: If these niggas is sharks I'm stabbing jaws/ Uncanny no flaws with massive claws/ Drop quicker than a hoe drawers/ If I know nothing else I know cause/
mannequiness: see it?
Maximillion1989: uh no
Wu fan 4 life 16: not at all
mannequiness: im just gonna spectate then
Wu fan 4 life 16: why wouldn't it show your lines
mannequiness: i have no clue whatsoever
Wu fan 4 life 16: but it shows your other messages?
mannequiness: i have an idea
mannequiness: 1 sec
Wu fan 4 life 16: if they're too long it won't post them
mannequiness: can you see that?
Maximillion1989: no
Maximillion1989: lmao
Maximillion1989: this shit is crazy
mannequiness: i dunno wtf is wrong
Maximillion1989: send your part to me
Maximillion1989: and I'll post it
mannequiness: ok
mannequiness: ill send the first and second
Maximillion1989: ok
Maximillion1989: ahh
Maximillion1989: its too long for him to send
Wu fan 4 life 16: that's what i already said
Wu fan 4 life 16: "if they're too long it won't post them"
mannequiness: im unseen like styles p nickname/i spit 350 degrees sick flames/im a lyrical schitzo thats insane
mannequiness: see that, i did a shorter one
Maximillion1989: yeah
mannequiness: ok
Wu fan 4 life 16: now its on me right?
Maximillion1989: yea
Wu fan 4 life 16: I grab the mic wit a gorrila grip, word's of war is bound to come, snares is like punchlines backed by the sound of drums
Maximillion1989: Speaking of drums I kick from hi hat to snare/ From synth to wavelength, the flows always there
mannequiness: i guess i gotta keep it short/i was about to exit like an immigrant/deport/i create waves like the perfect storm
Wu fan 4 life 16: I'm a work'in swarm of wasps ready to go one on one wit hawk, fuck'in around in my forest, even dora'll get lost
Maximillion1989: And shes an explorer fluent in two languages/ I snuffed her, raided her bag and found two danishes
mannequiness: im solid at the core/same ways dudes sellin solid outside the liquor store/i used to write weak rhymes til i heard Lu and his skateboard
Wu fan 4 life 16: I make more lines than traffic accidents, i'm like a classic shakespear tense, cradle to the grave, but pacifist
Maximillion1989: My ego is crisp, I feel like neo and shit/ Cause I'd be top 5 d.o.a. if I'd never exist/ Declare on the fifth after drinking a fifth/ To stay sharp like the end of a glass tip
mannequiness: as we exchange the mic i create a leathal weapon/these dudes talkin bout it but im really mic checkin/its so unclear but they still get the message
Wu fan 4 life 16: Visualize me on the ground dead, must be the devil's nightmare? his son is come'in home and he's right there...
Maximillion1989: Kicked in the door it fell over a nice chair/ Look at these 3 dice pair/ The color of his skin and his night hair/ Who murdered who? The result is quite clear
mannequiness: My spit clean like tic tacs/make em freeze up like the well known clik clack/i been to hell and theres no goin back
Wu fan 4 life 16: My one liner's is like ali jabs, concepts is complex like a diamond's structure, why are yaw flinch'in i'm just rhyme'in fuckers
Maximillion1989: My flow is tragic like the death of the crow/ One line could cause deaths blow/ And one verse could cause armegedon/ Cause when I'm don't spitting it time to call the reverend
mannequiness: i wish this IM service would let me do 16 bars/yeah Max know I can take it that far/these dudes sneakin by Im hoppin over the bars
Wu fan 4 life 16: In battles of words i'm use'in blitzkrieg methods, give me twenty seconds and betch u my shit be reck'in
Maximillion1989: Check the smile no emcee could reconsile/ All these jokers out here, I have decked a pile/ They stay at the bottom, I go the extra mile/ Clothing line coming soon, with mad flavor and extra style
mannequiness: i bring world war 3 when i spit hard/i lyrically rape these suckas like the boss in the jailyard/ 25000 was my bail dog
Wu fan 4 life 16: I'm from where the crime is the standard of life, and in this concrete desert, we only drink from the cantern of dice
Maximillion1989: Shit crime, drugs, money, bitches and everything in between/ Allow me to maintain strive to get the cream/ Before i get stiches like sems of jeans/ I'm putting someone face in boiling wheat of cream
Wu fan 4 life 16: ???
Maximillion1989: ?
mannequiness: young pregnancies/ AID STD infections B/they dont teach shit in class but they correctin me?
mannequiness: i guess it was too long again
Wu fan 4 life 16: I step to anybody one on one like nothin's at stake ever, yaw'll be amazed at the kings i made beggers
Maximillion1989: The crew big like pooh little brother/ I break the air signal and send it back like no other
mannequiness: at my tenth grade homecomin they was slangin in the bathroom/bangin it out in the classroom/they movin weight every hood they pass through
Wu fan 4 life 16: Trippin over body ain't a hobby, its common job round here, word is bond, even the homeless'll robbed round here
Maximillion1989: lmao
Maximillion1989: Well look homeless dude stuck out his jar and asked for some change/ I kicked him in his scar and then took his change/ He looking strange, now look in pain/ I stay dropping on niggas and I don't make it rain
mannequiness: somebody pass me the torch/fuck makin it rain Im gon make it storm
Wu fan 4 life 16: Me and you is like wolf to fox, so who's flee'in first? the blood in the snow won't tell who's bleed'in worst
Maximillion1989: I would cause if I'm bleeding you not breathing/ Only one beast around her and I'm eating
mannequiness: we talkin eatin then im goin pilgrim/thanksgivin feastin/fuck bleedin/my whole town red many dead and we greivin
Wu fan 4 life 16: I'm like a ambulance when i come thru the streets clear, I'll even empty Time square on New Years
Wu fan 4 life 16: Three more and i'm done
Maximillion1989: I'm the ghost niggas never seen but not no blair witch/ I spare hits and declare piff/ Just down listen to beats and stare a bit/ Cause I'm seeing through these niggas like clear tints
Maximillion1989: aight
mannequiness: im heard in every time zone/unseen like a ghost without my mind blown/i adress problems not rappin about what i own
Wu fan 4 life 16: My lines is potent like opium, the hooks is brutal, one verse and u addicted, and ya will is noodles
Maximillion1989: Uplift or get lifted, drifted into postion/ Forced to sit and listen to ill diction/ For real kid not fiction, stop bitching/ I own the game like jimmy henchmen
mannequiness: no record deal i dont even got hype/i tower over em though cause i got height/my flow like a 40 watt the way i shed light
Wu fan 4 life 16: Too late to try to run, you like a worm dropped in a lake, it's not if you gonna die, it's how long it'll take
mannequiness: ha
mannequiness: ill
Maximillion1989: Fuck that swim, if you could you would/ Shit if you could you should/ Dooms the mood, ruling rude/ Get out of my teeth, you dudes is food
Wu fan 4 life 16: ^^^calm down
Maximillion1989: i'm calm, i think
Maximillion1989: lol
Maximillion1989: i seriously do have food in my teeth though
mannequiness: clear the path/this flow is ill times 4 do the math/how can you pass when you missed wordplays class
Wu fan 4 life 16: ok last one
Maximillion1989: aight
Wu fan 4 life 16: Roll'in over emcees is easy, shit they ain't even speed bumps, the face of they skills is spittin at me like really they need lumps
Wu fan 4 life 16: one

[Bigot Hitman]

Light blood splatter on my shirt and gloves still on
I'm back at the cave, tryna get some deals on
Who's next on the list?,
O yeah client two thirty six, sky blue eyed spanish chick
Location, suberbs of Dayton, forested area
Small two bedroom home wit Terriors
I'm lookin thru notes for who's the target?
They say the wife or the husband and two's a bargain
Fifteen thousand dollar bonus, i get the packin'
Travel light wit my dart gun wait'in for action
Loaded wit thallium for the quick and silent death
After axe'in the last one i'll skip the violent step
Two shots is all i got, can't afford no misses
Packed the posion treats for the doggies christmas
And i'm out again, on the hunt to kill for life
My eyes don't see wrong, its either real or right
Cruse'in up 75 north, in my 89 porche
Plann'in the kill, no hands on the wheel, arms crossed
Made a hour drive bout thirty minutes, three in the morn'in
My stomach roar'in, i throw milk wit vodka in it
Direcftions said left on Daily, right on Whitestone
The house was forty yards from the curb wit one light on
Eight foot fence, behind it the dog's was bark'in
Had to hop the next street over for park'in
Got my shit, came back through from the back yard
Threw the treats to bitches tryna act hard
In two minutes they was out, so i was in
Threw a basement window, i landed in a den
The situation reminded me of robbery days
Floor was carpeted wit lanes properly paved
Like a street, must be kids in here, i'm orphan'in
Bein too young to remember this is fourtanate
I found the stairs, the fuck'in door was locked
While i was gettin my kit it flew open and knocked
me down the stairs, the husband was just stare'in
Couldn't see me in the dark, so i let off the dart
Tear'in through the side of neck, shit i grazed'em
He screamed, like he was wet and i tazed'em
Heard a yell from upstairs, time to go to work
Jumped on'em a pushed the nine inch shank in his shirt
He's fight'in back hard, caught me off gaurd wit a bow
Pulled my blade back out, cocked it and hit'em low
He's swing'in wild, miss'in, i heard the wife whistle'in
Prolly for the dead dogs while i'm beat'in his head off
Wit a two pound weight, i picked up in the tussle
This dude was hard body wit that Debo muscle
Finger's all greasy wit blood now he's lose'in it
Bite'in at the dumbell while i was use'in it
Bout ten blows to his dome, and the fucker was out
Sirens was loud, the wife musta been poppin the phone
I was about to start panick'in, quick to the back door
Caught the wife in my perifials, tempted to hit her too
I paused then ran, both dog's was lay'in out flat
I'm pray'in bout that, the cops ain't wait'in out strapped
By my Porche, of course these cops can't dump me
Never dealt wit a Hitman, i'm scott free in the front seat
Hand's and leg's shake'in, look forward to the payment
65 on South 75 ride'in the fuck out Dayton

[Bigot Hitman]

Never touched on the canvas, but i paint alot
Time i take alot, cuz this talent is so hard to manage
Make'in plots like a farmer, strategize my scheme
Mesmerize my team of fans wit airborne bombers
Rectified my means of gett'in money, its legal now
My people smile, these dark days is gettin sunny
Evil growls from a white figure, stuck in the shadows
I'm duck'in a gavel weekly from drive'in on light liquor
Buck'in the arrows in my rhymes, precise as lasers
They slice the razors, of snake mc's from behind
Dice is saviors, i gamble often in my life game
My might came from the king of the land of coffins
These stripes came from fights of me and the devil
When the fire settled a rebel came set this right
Bet his wife he won't go down like a El Cid
I dwell with goons that'll touch ali in one round
So mail it...

[TeknicelStylez]

Iight you killin em, you got a unique rhyme scheme, and you keep it hood.

[KERZO]

12,488 views...your thread owns the temple of darts.

[Bigot Hitman]

^^thanx for the 2 comments above, gotta bring somethin new to table, seems like everbody wants to have Deck/Meth schemes, i'ma try this scheme out for a while, and see how it sounds on the audio.

[Bigot Hitman]

I'm begg'in, don't be the one that makes me flip
Crazy shit would be for you to see the guns
and eighty clips, then still go try, so what's it gone be
My time is on E, and i got to build or die
So homie you stand between me and my gold
Who's he i'ma owe a seed too when my hammers ring
Believe i'ma blow a hole in you, tissue i'm rippin' up
Is u tripp'in cuz only the squares roll wit you?
Or u can't get it up?, lame take ya drama and go
Or the "palmer'll throw" shits that make ya veins brake
Ya mama'll know why like farmer's'll grow rye
When i roll by, i'm like the Dalai Lama incase
She wanna "go high"....

[J.T.S.]

Originally Posted by Bigot Hitman

Never touched on the canvas, but i paint alot
Time i take alot, cuz this talent is so hard to manage
Make'in plots like a farmer, strategize my scheme
Mesmerize my team of fans wit airborne bombers
Rectified my means of gett'in money, its legal now
My people smile, these dark days is gettin sunny
Evil growls from a white figure, stuck in the shadows
I'm duck'in a gavel weekly from drive'in on light liquor
Buck'in the arrows in my rhymes, precise as lasers
They slice the razors, of snake mc's from behind
Dice is saviors, i gamble often in my life game
My might came from the king of the land of coffins
These stripes came from fights of me and the devil
When the fire settled a rebel came set this right
Bet his wife he won't go down like a El Cid
I dwell with goons that'll touch ali in one round
So mail it...

Man this was a tight verse too lazy to critique it know i'll do that later!!

[One and Only]

I like your stuff a lot man you should take up rapping and not just writting

[Bigot Hitman]

Originally Posted by One and Only

I like your stuff a lot man you should take up rapping and not just writting

I gotta get a quality recording program, but i got the mic

[Bigot Hitman]

Bird’s can’t spit, they just shit everywhere
On hot seats I cook’em on the spot
I wanna be a millionaire
Rap don’t sell, just pop, like broken boat engines
I still catch a fit when legends is failed to be mentioned
I cop, then chop up and inhale they writtens
Then tell a hitman story with more truth than fiction
I slang trees and pep-si’s never coke
So my mama put a leather dam on my mainstream
I thought I would be forever broke
Till I got my Kroger’s Job.
Then in the park’in lot I did the same thing
Manager’s be say‘in, why so many talk to me
And how you dress so nice cuz this ain’t payin
I get them monkey’s off of me like y u gotta question
Pull the race card out my deck, they start the sweat’in
So I stack like plasma, its all under the table
Don’t wonder like abel, cuz kain’ll surely trap ya
I’m the bell ranger, a veteran street banger
I talk shit in nigga’s corners like a boxer’s trainer

[Bigot Hitman]

Won’t bite the tounge till my grave, fuck this tom sawyer shit
How could some little boy lead a runaway slave?
English class got me think’in in life on the Mississippi
The only black man had to be rugged and sing’in
Actin normally was all the white ones dressed up nice
I’ma introduce u to this racism formally
Black means evil, mysterious and depress’in
No wonder they used this word for a race of people…
While white means angelic clean and pure
The contrast is high and we buy it cuz they sell it
In papers and books, all mainstream media
Since the reel to reel I seen the capers of crooks
Shit really got even in the nineties
White’s realized we getting too strong
And we gonna hold on bleed’in
To any barbed wire fence they put up
We in the presidential race wit new tires
If one outa three hundred people is racist
Then if Obama wins he’s gonna get wasted
Cuz its three hundred million people in america
Which is 3 million racists ready to dump it
Do the math, its logical he get’s gunned down
A couple bullets fly’in outa some crowd is probable
A colored figure lead’in a country wit slave roots?
Built on the whipped backs of stolen seed’lins
Pray to Hay Seus…..
See what’s happen’in in the N.O. now
Projects got torn down and they won’t put’em back’in
Like the niggas is out, let’s lock the door
Use this land for casinos like yo fuck the poor
But they ain’t have’in it, riot’in cuz we fight
like cold and warm winds, never stop we gotta win
So we can move on and try to live this life
But after the sunsets I wouldn’t do this twice
A ruthless pike, ripp’in up hands of a man
Hold’in on to the edge of cliff, represents a myth
That’s truer than the white fiction
I break clocks to stop the tick’in

[Bigot Hitman]

Who can fuck wit me?